Luneshale Pass Cerastes

There is forgiveness- but it is for those who seek it.

Coolness stings her hand where once the mazoi’s paw had been. She doesn’t move but listens to Zaahira’s words, and agrees silently. There is a reason for everything.

And all of Zaahira’s love to give, it would be wasted on a girl like Eset.

She sits with her as a last glimpse of sun falls off beyond the distant mesas, before turning to meld with the dark.

“I will keep my ear to the ground,” her voice is hollow until she casts a lingering glance back into the woman’s stark face, “Zaahira, please take care of yourself.”